Today is my last day as a 22 year old. On my birthday last year, Brenda said there’s nothing special about turning 22. She was right. No one celebrates their 22nd birthday like they do their 21st, 25th, 30th, so on and so forth. But after sending her a snap this morning about reflecting on my 22nd year of life, she said, “Well it’s been your best year yet, wouldn’t you say?” And she’s right. My 22nd year has been incredible. Here’s why:
1st vacation together in Bar Harbor, Maine
New friends. Shoutout to TNF GSP!
2nd annual Rocky Run in Philly.
Alex’s first concert, my first time seeing one of my favorite artists: The Weeknd
The cutest Christmas picture ever.
Maxwell concert on Valentine’s Day.
2nd vacation together in Arizona.
2nd annual NJ Half Marathon. (Side note: I knew I wanted to date her while driving down to Long Branch for the 1st NJ Half Marathon. Dreams do come true.)
The best selfie ever.
And yet another concert. Queen Bey.
Fourth of July weekend in Pittsburgh with a few sweet angels.
And yet ANOTHER concert. This time Drake.
And that brings me to today. I can’t even begin to express my gratitude for my friends, family, and of course the love of my life for making my 22nd year the best one yet.